Mirror of my past

I see the tremble in your hands,

The lies you tell to make a stand.

I’ve walked that road, I know it well,

It’s a quiet kind of living hell.

Empty bottles, shattered dreams,

Silent cries and muffled screams.

You think no one understands,

But I’ve been there, I’ve felt that sand.

'Cause I see me in you, like a ghost in the glass,

Seven years sober, but it still comes back.

You’re falling in the ways I used to break,

Drowning in the hurt I tried to shake.

I wanna pull you out, but you push away fast,

And it’s like watching a mirror of my past.

The family whispers late at night,

Prayers float like smoke into the light.

I remember Grandpa’s tear-filled eyes,

Begging God I wouldn’t die.

You don’t have to go this far,

You don’t have to wear these scars.

I’m living proof that pain can mend,

But you’ve gotta want the end.

Yeah, I see me in you, like a ghost in the glass,

Seven years clean, but the ache still lasts.

You're chasing numb, I chased it too,

Thinking the bottle held some kind of truth.

I wish I could save you, wish you’d just ask—

It’s like watching a mirror of my past.

I won’t give up, no matter how far,

I’ll be your light, your northern star.

Even if you push me away,

I’ll be here every day.

'Cause I see me in you, and it cuts so deep,

The wounds we share don’t let me sleep.

But there’s hope in this pain, I swear it’s true—

If I made it out, so can you.

You're not alone, no storm will last—

You don’t have to be a mirror of my past.

Seven years strong, still healing inside,

But I’d take your hand and walk that line.

You don’t have to fall like I once did…

You still have time to live.